Bless you, Light and Love to you.
My baby's ashes are in today. I need to go pick them up
I reach for her warm soft furry little body in the middle of the night and she is not there. It's instinct. A reflex - And then I remember, and then I cry....
My mind is playing tricks, sometimes I think I hear her bark, but it is only my own hollow breathing.
Little by little and day by day, I am trying to get back to myself.
Thank you for all you have given.
Love,
Shellie |